One of my co-workers/best friends let me live with him and his partner at the end of my last (bad) relationship.

Long story short, my ex was not nice and I was sleeping in my car. Within one day I packed up my stuff and moved to my friend's house. He let me live in his basement rent free for about 3.5 months until I could get a place of my own. I just love him!

The other really nice thing I could think of is just certain people being understanding and listening without judgement.

I don't know. No one big thing comes to mind. Maybe like Matt - just lots of little things that have added up...

I know on a professional level, my grad school advisor made the call that got me into the biz and started my entire career. I was told I was one of only two students he ever made personal calls for, so I guess that was a big one...

And, of course, my wife putting up with me for 25 years pretty much strains the limits of nice-ness….

(And yes, I met my wife when I was 8. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)

I don't live by any family so I've had yo rely on friends at times. I've learned I have really, really good friends.

My best friend lent me anything I needed and went shopping with me to replace my stuff after a bad break up, and watched my dog without question when I'd leave town. He also brought all the cases of alcohol to my wedding, and picked some stuff up mid-reception so I didn't have up pay a procurement fee.

When I was in Isreal, I went to buy a coffee at the shop across from our hotel .. I spoke no Hebrew whatsoever, and the merchant couldn't take a credit card for such a small purchase, and my bills were too big to break. The guy behind me bought my drink when he realized my predicament .. I had to ask the merchant how to say thank you .. Not this nicest thing anyone's EVER done but it was pretty appreciated and I felt like a dumb, grateful American

My parents took us on frequent trips to visit our grandparents in the 60s & 70s. It was awesome to be a grandson and I enjoyed it until 1999.

In the 1980s a co-worker who was retiring told me: "Sometimes you were the only bright spot in my day."

In the 1990s a veterinarian who had visited with my parents earlier in the day said: "My neck is sore from looking up at the pedestal that your parents have you on." It was a sweet memory then and even more so now that they are deceased.

Never pass up an opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. My family and friends know what they mean to me, and it just keeps going around in circles.

The nicest thing anyone has ever done for me: My friend allowed me to stay on her couch when I moved to Indiana without the family so I could get a job, save up, and then get a house... It was a great thing she did.